"Aha, my pretty poppet! Loved duck, my downy chick--what wouldst?"
"Fight, grandam,
Smite, grandam,
Sweet, blood-begetting blows.
Where Fool goeth
Well Fool knoweth
Lobkyn likewise goes."
"Why, then, my bantling--loved babe, fight thy fiercest, for these be
wicked men and 't will be an evil fray. And she is sweet and good, so,
Lobkyn, be thy strongest--"
Saith Lobkyn:
"Aye that will I,
Or may I die.
By this good kiss
I vow thee this.
"And here is signal, Fool, shall shew
Each where the other chance to go.
"Croak like a frog,
Bark like a dog,
Grunt like a hog,
I'll know thee.
"Hoot like an owl,
Like grey wolf howl,
Or like bear growl,
'T will shew thee--"
"Then come, trusty Lob, and my thanks to thee!" cried Jocelyn, catching up
his quarter-staff. "But haste ye, for I would be hence ere the moon get
high. Come!"
So Duke Jocelyn strode away with Lobkyn Lollo at his heels; now as they
went, the moon began to rise.
FYTTE 12
Which being the last Fytte of our Geste I hope may please my daughter best.
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